Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.